Chapter 7

“Damn it,” Wyatt said under his breath as he stopped the van.

Merrick bit his bottom lip. Tonight of all nights, why did things keep going wrong? With the promise of the Silvans’ safety and his own cut of the treasure, they just had to get through this. Just four more paintings to go after tonight. They could do this.

Wyatt put the van into Drive, scraping the side again before coming to a stop. “We’re going to dump the van anyway.”

“It’s fine.” He took a deep breath and held it for a few heartbeats before exhaling. Was it just the seriousness of the job tonight that was giving them grief, or was something bad about to happen? Whichever it was, they were going to have to face it.

“Something wrong?”

He met Wyatt’s gaze. “No, I just never thought I’d be an art thief.”

“And yet, here you are.”

“Yeah.” He put on the backpack, then made sure the straps were tight. “We’ll save your dad and Grant.”